Franz was watching Emma sleep. Her face bore deep lines from all the suffering that she had endured during the dire years, the loss and grief, it had taken its toll. Emma did not have a restful sleep, she was tossing and turning, tears running down her face. Franz was very concerned, she appeared to be choking. Franz put his arms around Emma, he wanted to help her, but how? He was just a stranger who had been saved by Emma in his…..